Amuse-um

I was out in the mountains, maybe in Colorado. I was on a trip with a bunch of friends from high school, sort of like a vacation. It was sort of like a competition in some ways- there were "teams." There were also middle schoolers out there, and I remember some of the young boys hit on my friends and me. I had a good comeback for one of the boys that hit on me- I told him a) I'm too old for you, and b).... I don't remember. But it was good (though I don't think it actually made sense).

All my friends and the middle schoolers were walking around this museum for awhile before we had to leave. There were 3 floors- the 2nd and 3rd were balconies, so you could see all the floors from each one. The top floors had a bunch of arcade games, so I kept wandering around trying to find something fun to play to spend my money. We were allowed to eat/drink on the 2nd and 3rd floors, but not the 1st floor (and that's exactly what I wanted to do, so I finished whatever I was drinking before I got downstairs). There was also a DJ playing hip hop music in the museum (coolest museum ever, right?), and the song he was playing was some song called "Stupid Girl," and apparently something had happened earlier or someone made some joke at my expense that everyone knew that song was for me. Everyone was chuckling, but I was stewing.

The lower level was like a hall of flags (not just from countries, but bands and other things, too). I jumped up on a black one and slid down it, without pulling it down.

The bus was about to leave, and I realized I was the last one in the museum (weird), so I ran outside, and almost missed it. Apparently my phone didn't get good reception while in the museum, so upon walking out, I received 3-4 text messages that were somewhat important- someone on the bus asking me to grab their stuff. The bus started moving, then stopped after a few hundred yards. Some people were moving around, so I decided it was safe to get off (the back door, because big, yellow school buses have back doors). I headed toward the car I had just parked (when, I'm not sure), and there were a couple people inside. As I walked, some guy behind me- by the bus- hollered "use the right one!" There were two cars parked next to each other, and he had just gotten out of the right one, but I wasn't sure if he was trying to pull a fast one on me, so I took the safe route and hopped in the backseat of the car I parked. I went in to *ahem* use the "facilities." Yup... in the backseat of the car. Talk about awkward. I also brought back someone's cello (in a guitar case) that was sitting next to the car, and some potted flowers.

Fuel of the 21st century

I was about to take my turn "driving" my friend, Neal's classic car for the first time. I tried to ask for some direction from someone, but Neal, who was inside the car looked at me, then stared straight ahead. This gal, Tanya, who was sort of his mom (but was actually an old manager of mine) wasn't giving me any assistance either. There was also a guy on the back of the car (sitting on the trunk?). So I just had to give it my best effort. I was in something like a sidecar on the right of the car. 

To get the car started, I had to put wheat in (to fuel it)- the first one was like threading a needle trying to get the stem of the wheat in this small hole, but after that the 4" long pieces of wheat went in easily. I didn't know how much to bring, therefore we ran out before we even made it to our destination. Neal and Tanya scowled at me for not planning ahead any better, but I replied, "Nobody told me how much to bring!!"

Tanya had some "fuel" in a roll-up bag, along with silverware, in case we had to start paddling (like a canoe). Instead of wheat, she had glass nail files to use as fuel. I started to put the first one in, but quickly realized (at the same time as Tanya, who started to freak out) that I also had a pen in my hand (which would ruin the engine), so I put that back in the case and added just the nail files, one at a time. We made it to our destination: Central Park. We got out and walked around. Of course the atmosphere was neat... it was Central Park!

While we were there, I got a call from my friend, Dan, asking me for my tax info, which I thought was weird because I already had done my taxes (you know, back in April). 

We were going to leave shortly after that... but I'm not sure how, since we had run out of wheat and nail files.

New Beau-rian

I got to meet my friend, Kasey's son, Brian, for the first time. Kasey's son's name isn't actually Brian in real life, but it was in my dream. Shortly after we met (as in, same day), we started dating. He was cute, had long hair, was very sweet, but was only 19 (cradle-robber, I know). He was speaking on a mic to a small crowd to motivate them. He asked the crowd, "Who's spiritual?" and I remember thinking something like Spiritual? Really? Quit trying to be so P.C. As he was on the mic, he was holding my hand, of which I was kind of embarrassed, since we just met/started dating.

My friend, Shawn Harris was cleaning cardboard pizza boxes to reuse for plates for sandwiches. Someone brought sandwich ingredients, while other people brought baked goods like for an auction. We all gathered in the square where Brian was talking to people. Someone told me I needed to start opening up to Brian already.

Later on, I was looking at a new [white] teal car, and could see it at every angle like a virtual tour.

Dream a Dream...

I was in a crowd of people. We were in a giant house and I don't remember what we were doing, but I remember there being food, sort of like a potluck. I was apparently sleeping at some point, because when I woke up, I told people around me, "I just had a dream that I missed my birthday. It was the 17th (of March), which meant it was St. Patrick's Day, and the day after my birthday, which means I completely missed my birthday the day before! I was devastated because I love my birthday! {thinking back to the 'Palooza' from this past year.} But then I woke up and realized it wasn't the 17th, it was the 22nd...of September." {Today is actually the 21st of September... so it's like my dream within a dream was pseduo-accurate.) They thought it was an odd dream, as did I, and I went on my way...doing whatever it was we were doing in this giant house.

Break-dancin' Midget

I was at a family picnic of sorts... kind of like our Christmas gathering. My friend, Jim walks in holding a little boy's hand. Jim's not married, and as far as I know, doesn't have any kids, so I was surprised to see him with a baby. My thought was, "Jim has a kid?!?" Well, I bent down to talk to the 2-foot-tall child (in baby talk, of course) and do a little cheek-pinching (or something like that), and then as they walked away, I realized this baby had a full beard! This wasn't Jim's kid, this was a midget! WHY he was holding Jim's hand, I'll never know. Suddenly I felt bad for talking to him like he was a baby... and the midget glared at me while I apologized for doing so. Jim said, "he gets that a lot."

Later on in the evening, Jim and the midget started busting out some moves... break dancing! They were doing some pretty incredible stuff, so it was fun to watch. Then it occured to me what Jim was wearing: a red-blue-green plaid (flannel-type) shirt, belted at the waist and jeans with a double skinny belt. I thought, "two belts? I'm not sure I could do that... but Jim can pull it off!" But really..... not a good look, Jim.